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Clouds, floating through the night
While the silver stars above lend their candlelight
Clouds, drifting through the sky
While I wonder why my love ever said goodbye
The night was young, the breeze was warm and tender
A fool was I, but how was I to know
I gladly gave my heart in sweet surrender
To learn that love was meant to come and go
Like snow white clouds, floating through the night
Speaking of a love that was heavenly
A love that could never be mine
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